Yes. My art presentation. It was due last Tuesday I think…don’t quite remember. But tomorrow I’m supposed to do it. I’m just finishing it up right now. I have to find some way to send it to my teacher…oh fuck I was supposed to do my French pen pal thing too. Shit shit shit shit…no. Merde. If that’s how you spell it even. Not like it’s in my book…heh. I’m allowed to be on the computer because I’m doing the PowerPoint for art. But obviously I can access other things as well. It’s just that aim is too obvious…I type a lot and my mom can hear me and she freaks out because she thinks I’m not doing my work. And she’s usually right? Oh man it’s already almost 10…gotta make this quick. I haven’t gotten enough sleep lately. In fact, it seems like everyone was tired today (nice transition, eh?). People were falling asleep in class and shit…it was pretty funny actually. I have never been able to fall asleep in class. I know that if I were to even think about it, the teacher would suddenly call on me for like…no reason. ‘Tis my luck. Aahhh…I don’t wanna go to school tomorrow… So what happened today…hmm…Oh yeah. Jordan was in a pissy mood. It was quite humorous actually. She was so evil to everyone (this isn’t meant to be said in a bad way, Jordan. I just found it entertaining.). Oh and then I guess Theron said she was an 8? On a scale of 1 to 10. I’m surprised she didn’t kill him. Then she had the nerve to ask him what he thought I was. I was standing RIGHT THERE. Fool…But he was a good boy and said 10. Of course. As if. Jordan seemed to find it funny to watch him squirm, though. I missed it. I was talking to Ally I think. But uh…I’m not a 10? Oh well. He’s a good boy for lying. Still don’t wanna go to school tomorrow. Oh god…English class was depressing today. We had to think of something…an event or a place…and write a two page description of what happened. If it was an event, then it could only be like…5 seconds long. I couldn’t think of much to do. Then she said that one person I guess did the 5 seconds before she kissed this guy for the first time. So I understood what we were supposed to do. I chose to do one particular night that I was in the kitchen doing dishes. Back when my parents weren’t divorced and my dad lived here with us. Things were much worse back then. My father would always be angry when he came home from work, and my mom wasn’t on her meds yet so she was always depressed and in bed or something. My brother was always off doing whatever…I was doing dishes on this occasion. I was standing there dreading the moment when my dad would come home and, as usual, take out his aggression on the first person he saw when he came through the door. I knew that night it was gonna be me since the others were nowhere to be seen. Then I saw him coming up the driveway and yeah…basically described how I felt. My dad could be really violent when he was in a bad mood. I was also going through a tough time and, when he would yell at me, I would yell back. When he would hit me, I would try and hit back. Which only made things worse. But yeah that was the first thing that came to mind when I thought of what to do for this assignment. Which in turn depressed me somewhat. Oh well…hopefully she didn’t find it too disturbing? Considering that Alison did hers on…what was it? Choir? Yea I think it was choir…mine was quite different. Oh well…it was all I could think of at the time. Still don’t wanna go to school tomorrow. I have to work on my other art project thing too. The grid drawing? Oh yeah she graded the grid part today…she barely even looked at it. I mean, I worked sooo hard to make sure every little tiny detail was PERFECT and she just glanced at it and gave me an A. Oh well…what am I complaining about? I got an A. Hooray. This entry turned out being waaaay longer than I thought it was. Probably pretty damned boring as well. So I will put you out of your misery. It’s 10:10. Goodnight. (10:11)